Obi-quiet

 It was easy credits, and Deen Syla knew it. Better yet, it was a government job.  On the short airtaxi ride to her workplace, Deen thought back on how she had been so lucky. She had been approached by a Republic Broadcasting Division rep less than a month ago, and had been offered a great paying job at a tight-band broadcasting station located not half a quadrant from her residence. She looked out as the city whizzed past her; life as she knew it had taken a lucky step down easy street. Once a day, for an hour each morning, she sat and talked about the Senate meetings, scores for Chin-Bret matches, and other assorted tidbits, the